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  2. Thanks! I should note that while the book was published in 188, the Endar POV parts happened much longer ago than that. Many decades before the Great War, back when it was very difficult for anyone outside the Dominion to know much about them.
  3. Excerpts from chapter 5 of "An Incomplete Hypothesis" by Master Endar Drenim, Arch-Wizard of the esteemed House Telvanni, printed and published by Slumlord Harry's Presses Notice to students and future readers: While the following accounts correlate in some ways with information obtained by official Imperial sources, they also vary wildly in others. It is therefore believed that the author did indeed make contact with Aldmeri Dominion cells in some capacity, but may have embellished or stated outright falsehoods in his depiction of the events. No one by the name of 'Endar Drenim' could not be found for the sake of questioning, and his publisher, known only as 'Slumlord Harry' was killed shortly after the first batch was printed during the Bravil Skooma Wars of 4E 188. Less than a hundred copies made it into circulation. [Passage begins] ... There is much to be said of Bosmeri tolerance for what unlearned fools consider the esoteric, but to the surprise of no one, the same cannot be said of the Altmer who audaciously believe themselves masters of all mer. For all the Dominion's harping about the greatness of their magicks and their closely-guarded secrets supposedly preserved from the time of the Aldmeri and before, one would be hard pressed to find even a single Altmer raised in Dominion lands who has so much as considered the possibility of invoking conjurational charter with lesser daedra, so frightful are they of discovery. Cowards and fools, the lot of them. It should come as no surprise, then, that upon discovering a Telvanni wizard in the midst of experiments of a similar nature -entirely in the pursuit of knowledge and with proper precautions taken- their response would be dramatic and overstated. So what if I summoned a few scamps and a weederworble or two? My 'crimes' were hardly warranting of attention, let alone arrest. ... [Passage ends] *** The daedric prince's black eyes stared into Endar's own with what he could only interpret as a nigh-infinitely powerful predator's curiosity. No doubt it would kill him and any other mortals in the vicinity where they stood if not for the hundreds of containment runes that had been carved into every tree within a thirty foot radius of the summoning circle. Their conversation had been long and insightful, and although the lord of Oblivion made no effort to hide its desire to see him reduced to ashes and devoured by clannfears, Endar felt that it had been a pleasant experience for both parties. Unfortunately, the Altmeri had arrived. He had expected them to take longer, but apparently their Attendants of Alaxon were more competent than the average Justiciar. The prince laughed at his misfortune before offering its best-natured farewells and stating that it was eager for their next chat. Endar did the same and turned to face the authorities. There were hundreds of them, their green and golden armor reflecting moonlight even through the trees. He did not fear them. In fact, he was eager to question them. When the leader approached, Endar submitted himself willingly. *** [Passage begins] ... Perhaps the prospect of sitting in an earthy cage with walls of root and stone, the screaming voices of nearby prisoners fresh out of the torture chamber resounding off every brick and bar might sound unappealing to the untraveled. To a wandering scholar like myself, the small space is no less comforting than the large space. The smells of urine, excrement, and festering wounds no less familiar than those of wet grass and burning wood. The screams of mer are not particularly different from those of a thousand species of less intelligent beasts across this realm and many others. My week in a Thalmor dungeon was as much a learning experience as had been my slumber-summoning escapade of chapter 2. It goes without saying that my writings would be of decidedly lower spirits had the torturers put me to the test as well. It is a test they would have failed, of course, but no doubt the experience would have been unpleasant all the same. Naturally, upon discovering who exactly it was that they held, the Dominion cowards refused to so much as approach my cell for any other reason than to bring my bi-daily rations of bread, meat, and water. As if a Telvanni wizard needs to eat! Ha! Of course, I could have left any time I wished, but there was a Bosmeri rebel in the cell adjacent to mine who -to my uncommon shock- was not only a passable conversationist, but a mer of no small understanding of the limen -the very subject that had brought me to Valenwood! In hindsight, this makes perfect sense, for if there are elves to be found in Dominion lands who are even remotely capable of unconventional thought, they would of course be confined to the prisons. I proposed my hypothesis to the mer, which provoked a five day long discussion that culminated in one of the uncomprehending jailers promptly cutting out my new friend's tongue in a drunken rage. No matter. For all his skill in oration, he had always been an even better listener. To the great fortune of the jailers, someone must have ordered them not to even try harming me. A rare display of intelligence from the Dominion. ... [Passage ends] *** "Warden says I can do whatever I want with you, gray-skin," hissed the torturer. "So long as you don't die." Endar groaned feebly. Never in his too-short life had he felt this way before. The pain was bad, but nothing unprecedented. He had felt sensations like it long ago, before he learned to nullify such distractions. However, the powerlessness was something new and frightening. Many a silence curse had failed to so much as soften him, but these Aldmeri magicks were unlike any he had ever witnessed! It would have driven him to anger if not for the bouts of agonizing pain that persisted in distracting him away from it. "Maybe I should take your tongue again," the brute continued. "Taking it the last time was the most fun I've had in weeks. How's it feeling, anyhow? Did it re-attach okay?" Endar tried to respond, but all he managed was a weak Mmph, prompting a laugh from his captor. "Of course, I don't know what you expected, talking to yourself for five days straight like that. Of course we cut it out! But I guess a month in forced hyperagonal stasis will do that to anyone, huh?" He raised his head to look the torturer in the eyes. They were golden and full of malicious joy. He was a mer who loved his job. You're not better than me, Endar wanted to say. None of you. You're all worms. The torturer responded to his unspoken words by removing his left eye and turning it towards him. Red. "Don't worry. We'll grow it back." *** [Passage begins] ... I should not neglect to mention that for all their discourtesy, the Dominion did not once fail to bring me my food and drink. And despite my lack of immediate need, I did on occasion sample the morsels for the sake of research. What I found was that even in these lowly dungeons where many are condemned to die, the food is surprisingly tolerable. Somewhere near the prison must be a talented baker. They even salted the meat. ... [Passage ends] *** "We call it the Wood Elf diet," said the jailer as he kicked a plate under the humming, rune-covered bars. Endar did not need to ask why they called it that, but after months in isolation, with no magic and no comforts of any kind, he was beyond caring. He ate every bite. *** [Passage begins] ... and so I decided that one week was enough and took my leave. As I stated before, it was a learning experience. Now I understand the Aldmeri Dominion and their incessant, never-ending desire to prove themselves in a way that I could not have hoped to prior to my stay in their prison. I understand their foolish (and frankly narcissistic) notions of domination and power. They think themselves better than the rest of us, but it is not so. Through my observations, I have come to the conclusion that deep down, they are all too aware of their inadequacies, and it pushes them to fight all the harder to overcome them. Do not mistake any of this for a weakness that can be exploited. It makes them dangerous. It makes them a foe that will do anything to show the world what they can do. ... [Passage ends] *** The sunlight nearly blinded Endar as he was marched out of the prison that had housed him for nearly six months. Three Attendants of Alaxon were waiting for him. They smiled when the warden unlocked his shackles. "Such a shame," said the one whose decorative garb suggested he might have been the leader. Endar had never heard a voice more smug. "I hear you were a good little heretic. No doubt the jailers hate to give you up." "Indeed," said the warden. "Endar and I have become like best friends. Isn't that so, Telvanni?" The high elves snickered. What felt like a lifetime ago, Endar would have melted their insides then and there, but he could hardly stand, and even with his shackles removed it would be some time before his magicka was even close to restored. "Still," continued the lead Attendant. His voice grew more serious. "If it were up to me, you'd have died in there, dark elf. Or better yet, we'd cut you down here and now." "Why can't you?" asked the warden. "Orders. Some wood elf came and paid a ransom for him. There is a first time for everything, I suppose." "I didn't know the Attendants of Alaxon took ransoms." "It was a big ransom. The Bosmer came with a cartload of gems. Said that he misses their 'talks'." The Attendant shrugged. "Besides, we got everything we wanted from him. He's not an enemy. He's hardly even a threat. Look at him." Laughing, the Dominion soldiers loaded Endar into a locked carriage and sent him north. He never found out where it was bound, for on the second day he destroyed the carriage with one spell and teleported away with another. He never finished his research in Valenwood either, but that hardly mattered now. Valuable though those secrets may be, they would not make him stronger or fix his inadequacies. He was better than the blasted Dominion. He was better than any man or mer alive. And one day, he would prove it.
  4. based on the other comments I think it had to do with Yoda being Dummy Thicc so here we are
  5. Gonna go back to bloodborne where it's safe and everything is wonderful and good
  6. I think I'm the only one here that actually liked the prequels almost as they were. If I could fix anything, it'd be just to get rid of at least 75 percent of all the political explanations and talking, and fill it with more lightsabers.
  7. I think I missed something, though it sounds like it's for the best.
  8. On a more serious topic hate on The Phantom Menace all you want. But the battle music for Darth Maul will always be my favorite.
  9. Touche. *Clamp clamp* I guess the clap of yoda's cheeks are not welcome here.
  10. Balrog Warning. I'll purge you all with holy fire if you post something like that again.
  11. In terms of extended universe, I really like what they've done with it. And they trimmed alot of the stupid shit out from the old Legends canon. There's quality control now. And I hope we'll never see Han Solo fight a Space Otter again (this happened)
  12. Star Wars isn't nearly to the same extent as Game of Thrones in my opinion. We've got alot of good shit, great comics, two kickass tv series (Rebels and a Clone Wars revival) and three good movies (Rogue One, Force Awakens, and Solo). There's certainly been some misses (Last Jedi) but i'm overall pleased especially with the Mandalorian coming.
  13. Really nervous about all this but me and Nick (mostly Nick) spent two days researching computers for us. For me we decided on building a computer for 772.59. Parts are bought and being sent, should have all parts no later then next month. Nick is most likely getting a good high mid-range prebuilt for 1800. Ill be able to play modern games at high-medium for no lag and all total wars at sexy ultra settings. Hell, maybe even be able to play Ds3 on pc
  14. Yesterday
  15. I’m on vodka atm so al that comes to mind is an enlightenment camp ability that has him communing with the gods of old but just weirds out the majority of the roster And “offers water” which gets rid of debuffs for non nords but nordsstraight up refuse. Rebec drinks it but gets no effect from it, then gets five stress because she realizes it isn’t mead
  16. Dreameater. He reduces his own insanity at the cost of everyone else.
  17. Baldur’s Battle Haze: Camp ability For the next two battles, Baldur’s burning and bleeding status effects last longer. Team mates melee attacks also have bleed damage, but they also take stress damage every time it’s applied.
  18. It’ll be a lower chance which can be increased with his trinkets to balance it out. So you have to specialize him so this is effective.
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